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Post by carousal on Jul 24, 2009 9:26:22 GMT -5
Spitfire
Tight within your scented womb Smells of glycol, engine oil The button, daring a nervous touch Breathing life through gusts of flame The Merlin heart beats deep and strong and in that small vibrating cell I view the world through spinning blades ~ Reaching up for freedom’s bounties Above the red streaked golden sunrise Climb to where the sharks head dolphin Hunts the boundless, dangerous skies A chariot pulled by ten thousand horses Boadicea looks down and smiles ~ Married to your feline grace We search for the gnats of evil Who dare trespass on our proud dominion Spread their nets of haphazard terror On our green and pleasant land Chase the twisting wings of slaughter Send them back from whence they came.
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Post by Max on Jul 24, 2009 14:41:51 GMT -5
This is brilliant! Reminds me of an RAF pilot during World War Two during the battle of Britain... this is fantastic! I must exalt when able. -Max
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Post by Harklight on Jul 24, 2009 17:26:21 GMT -5
The prop' plane and defensive fight are sensitively shown here, Cari. I like that you also perceived surroundings: the sky imagery is spectacular. The "gnats of evil" is also very appropriate. H x
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Post by polonius on Jul 25, 2009 6:00:55 GMT -5
Much as our minds, and moral guides, might tell us the power to destroy is evil, it still fascinates, and makes us jubilant knowing that we can choose to slaughter, that we are invincible. What a feeling!
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